The bet | Charles Leclerc

• Twenty-one •

Saturday

As I walk through the paddock, a flowy mini dress on my body, I give up on pushing away the grin that's smeared across my lips.

It's been like that since I left Leclerc in the alleyway yesterday, his whole demeanor stuck in my mind ever since.

I for the love of god, cannot stop thinking about those goddamn lips.

"Isa-honey!" Richard calls for me, standing ready in his usual workwear, his grey hair shining in the Australian sun.

I quickly approach him, my grin only growing larger. I can never get tired of Richard. No matter how old he gets or how much he acts like a stubborn dad, I'll always love him to death.

"Rich!" I greet him cheerfully, wrapping my arms around him in a warm hug. Richard, slightly startled by the sudden hug, smiles even wider than me.

"Someone's happy today huh?" He says, hand on my shoulder as he gives me one of those knowing looks. I still can't over the fact I got him to call Leclerc yesterday..

I shrug happily, beginning to stroll through the paddock, Richards arm resting around my shoulder. "Although you look extremely gorgeous today Isa, the looks you're getting from over there, are quite extreme" He suddenly says, pointing to my right.

Frowning over his words, I follow his gaze, finding..
A small group of the drivers? Norris, Piastri and Sainz, all stare my way.

What the actual fuck..?

"You sure they're looking at me?" I mutter to Richard, but he doesn't get to answer, before I get the confirmation on my question.

"Isa!" Norris calls for me, waving his arms, signaling for me to come over to them. Why do these people even know my name..?!

Furrowed brows, I look over to Richard, desperate for help on what to do. Richard laughs over my slightly shock, removing his arm from my shoulder.

"Go join them kiddo" He encourages me, with a little, gentle shove in back. Oh god.

My legs somehow carrying me, I approach the 3 racing drivers, trying to ignore the fact that I've never actually spoken to them outside of interviews before.

"Hey!" Norris exclaims, his eyes lighting up as I come to a halt in front of the boys. Piastri gives me a gentle, apologetic smile, Sainz shining me a sly smile.

I'm already fearing how much he knows about me and Leclerc...

"Hey..?" I greet them back, a smile on my lips, as I fight the urge to laugh over how stupid, and incredibly awkward, this feels.

"Sorry about this, but you're Max's sister right?" Norris asks, a grin on his lips as he leans against the wall. Sainz rolls his eyes over his friend, smiling.

Oh god, have they been speaking about me?

"Yeah?" I answer, almost scared of what's coming next.

"And you're currently seeing Charles?" Norris interrogates me.

Fuck.